Herrings Lane

… and the house on the hill.

My sister came over and we had coffee at my tent and then we walked into the village and had a drink at the Hoste … extra for lovenature if she looks in … sorry about the reflections : )

Then we went to Deepdale to pick up some supper and on our way back called in on M for a cuppa and met her rather lovely friend, T, before going to C’s as arranged to have the supper we’d got at hers … strangely there wasn’t much interest in congregating in my tent with that chilly northerly! My sister dropped me off at the campsite on her way back home and I’m now recovering from all that socialising.